FivesUpRoddy - 5 A.M In Cali (Nick Jonas)

Shit looking easy, look like it
Copy the wave, they bite it
How I make hit after hit why I'm here make no sense but I'm famous
Seem like it
No I do not fuck wit niggas but yeah my beam like em
My niggas a unit and G like em
Niggas is bitches and be like em
Say that it's war and we sliding
Back of the whip and she riding
Just put a band on a fit
And for the shoes I'm deciding
Niggas be thinking they knew sum
Since you got straps then do sum
Niggas gon duck when that led come
Keep all that talking it's redrum
Catchin me lacking a no no
And I'm ducking these bitches like Cotto
Since I'm here I might cop me a 4-door
When I hop out the whip can't do photos
And I know that these niggas is after me
And my hittas gon show off they accuracy
Got the glock on my waist on the back of me
I'm not doing no features stop asking me
Boutta get me a Benz ya dig
Shawty keep thinking I'm asking for her
I want yah friends ya dig
Know that my life is a movie just chill
I'm switching the lens ya dig
Niggas be all in her phone fr
I got me a gem ya dig
Work her out like a gym ya dig
Getting bread like a stim ya dig
Shawty I like how she moving
Her back you know ima bend ya dig
Speaking of back these niggas be running
Cux bullets I send ya dig
Hallows gon hit fore he think
Hit his head and prolly a limb ya dig
Forreal BITCH
They don't pop out so why does it matter
40 got tucked by the bladder
I been off this earth so I'm prolly by Saturn
Bitch after bitch so she seeing the pattern
Plus she gon blow like a flute
Dinner at palace she see what I do
Then we go to the crib and we giggity goo
See her man on the street and I'm keeping it mute
Teeth finna shine like my patek
Shine on my hand might mistake me for Jackson
Flippin his whip made him witness gymnastics
I'm making these classics she worried bout status
Man that bitch worried status
But stay on the wood like she lived in a cabin
I'm hearing these threats but ain't nun that shit happen
Man I'm just hearing these threats
If we slide to they block then they hitting the jets
And we aim for his neck so we missing the vest
Niggas not stepping correct
Hittas walking up with me with peps in the step
Wrist and my ears diamonds shining bigettes
Niggas guess where I'm shopping they shopping at Guess

Written by:
Terrod McLean

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